Good morning. I missed you leaving this morning. I didn't get to give you a morning kiss. So
I'm pouting in bed where you left me. I keep thinking about last night. You know as many
times as we've slept together each time feels different. Each time has a different intensity
to it. And last night you had me lay back and you put your hands on my knees and I could
feel... it felt... sorry. It felt like there were tingling sensations everywhere. My breath
kept itching. I could feel the sweat glisten on your body, dripping. I don't mind it. Every
touch you did was so light. It drove me crazy. I kept arching at the slightest touch, moaning.
You had me crying and begging for more and you laughed. Oh, that laugh that you know
I can't resist. That laugh that I have to open my eyes and look at yours for. And that
was the moment you chose to slide into me and I could feel how hard you were. I could
hear how wet I was. And all you kept saying was you could feel what a good girl I was.
Wet and clenching around you. How good it felt. You told me to let go and just keep
moaning. And you put your hand on my clit and kept rubbing it so lightly that it just
whimpered. And I arched my back and you put your mouth on my shoulder and you could feel
me clenching around you. Oh god, this was supposed to help relieve tension. You left
the mark, you know. It's right there where you bit down as I came and clenched around
you. You remember how all I did was whimper. Fuck. Yeah, um. Be ready when you come home.
We're gonna spend a lot of time relieving this tension that's still here. And it's my
day off, so I'm gonna spend it getting off the thoughts of you. I hope you have a good
day at work.